michael@spar.UUCP (Not Bill Joy) (07/20/85)
_ Aniar Mac Conglinne (12th Century) versified by Alfred Percival Graves: Upon a vision of amaze that met my eyes in bygone days let all be listening now a mighty coracle of cake lay ready launched on new milk lake well stored from stern to prow We strode on board that battleship twas meet a warrior crew should rip the great sea dragon's scales. Upon the monster's back she leaps and O, our oars' tremendous sweeps upstear from out his weltering heaps like honey, his entrails At last a royal fort we reached with custards solidly impeached were all its barricadoes we safely crossed its butterbridge its rubble dyke -- a wheatflour ridge and porky palisadoes A fortalice compact and good in pleasant stateliness it stood I opened, on my word a hungbeef door of priceless cost and then a breadcrumb crossed twixt walls of white cheese curd Smooth pillars of ancestral cheese and alternating well with these the sappy bacon prop and silver post and stately beam of yellow curds and mellow cream the roof held safely up. Founded on Prof. Kuno Meyer's prose rendering of the 12th century burlesque of this name of his _Ancient Irish Poetry_ ..from the Celtic Review, April 1906 -michael